“Where did the Rabbit go, Uncle Remus?”
the little boy asked, after a pause.

“Bless yo’ soul, honey! Brer Rabbit
he skint up de chimbly—­dat’s w’at
turnt de pot er greens over. Brer Tarrypin, he
crope under de bed, he did, en got behime de cloze-chist,
en Miss Meadows en de gals, dey run out in de yard.

“Brer Fox, he sorter look roun’ en feel
or de back er his head, whar Brer Tarrypin lit, but
he don’t see no sine er Brer Rabbit. But
de smoke en de ashes gwine up de chimbly got de best
er Brer Rabbit, en bimeby he sneeze—­huckychow!

XI. MR. WOLF MAKES A FAILURE

“I lay yo’ ma got comp’ny,”
said Uncle Remus, as the little boy entered the old
man’s door with a huge piece of mince-pie in
his hand, ’en ef she ain’t got comp’ny,
den she done gone en drap de cubberd key som’ers
whar you done run up wid it.”